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grabbed for her wrists.

"Why won't you leave us alone?" the girl wailed.

Hickok was able to grip both her wrists. She fought on, a veritable
wildcat, tossing and kicking him in the legs.

"Whoa there, girl! Calm down! I'm not going to hurt you or your mom."

"Liar!" the girl disputed him. "You're just like the others! You want to
kill us!" She managed to place a particularly effective kick on his right
shin.

"Ouch! Will you cut it out? Stop for just a second."

The girl was slowing down, winded, her emotional momentum
exhausted.
 "That's more like it." Hickok slowly stood, retaining his hold on her
wrists. His shin was throbbing. "I'm not going to hurt you," he reaffirmed.

Sniffling, the girl looked up at him. "How can I trust you?" she asked
weakly.

"Didn't I just kill the men who were after your mom and you?"

She stopped crying and glanced at the dead men. "I saw you do it," she
said softly.

Hickok flinched, wishing she hadn't. "So don't you think it means I'm
on your side?"

"Maybe," she reluctantly admitted. "Mom says we can't trust anyone,
though."

Hickok opted to change the subject and forestall another attack on his
shins. "Your mom seems to be sick."

The girl stared at her mother and nodded. "She is, mister. Has been for
weeks. We couldn't stop, though. She said the bad men would catch up
with us."

"If I release you," Hickok said, "will you promise not to kick me again?"

"Okay."

Hickok gingerly freed her hands. "I know some people who can help
your mother," he informed her.

"Where are they?" she questioned.